Faction The Pillar Men (NJO)

[Aris Noble]

The sudden expansion of the Galaxy brought with it all manner of problems, from shattered trade routes to whole sectors being forced to go dark. Refugees were common, and that was the current issue assigned to Aris to handle. A test, in a way, for his path to Knighthood. There weren't going to be many Padawan's here, but the weight now on his shoulders to actually guide them to where they needed to be, to be the voice of leadership rather than an observer or a helping hand.

He had this.

"The locals are being overwhelmed by the refugees that decided to land here for one reason or another. That's been the basis of the tensions so far, and it's been getting worse by the day. From what we've been given, they were forced to land here because of what happened with space expanding, and the repairs they should've had finished by now haven't been. The locals offered help at first, but the seeming lack of progress and the refugees setting down roots have been concerning.

Recently they took to one of the pillars, setting up a windfarm. Those are sacred, so you can guess how that went down."

It wasn't overtly violent, but the windfarm wasn't active.

"We're here as a median, not to pick one side or the other. We'll work together and find what information we can to help both sides."

Vera Noble | Zaiya Ceti | Aadihr Lidos | @Open!

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

A Step Behind, A Length Ahead

Outfit: Field Attire, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

The scent of dry grass gave way to mineral winds, rising from ancient stone that jutted like fingers toward the sky. The highland air shimmered with pale mist, coiling between spires thick with clinging green. Each towering pillar felt etched with memory; a sacred geography, worn by time, whispered through by the Force. Aadihr felt it all through spectrum of spirit: the slow reverence in how locals avoided certain paths, the quiet indignation in the refugees’ campfires at their base.

The Miraluka walked with patient stride a few paces behind his Padawan, his hand resting loosely atop the haft of his walking stick. He watched, drew slow concentric lines outward in his mind's eye, tracing not only movement but disposition, watching intention shift like sediment stirred in water. Where emotions spiked, he watched. Where they ebbed, he noted. He was here to observe. This was Aris's test. There was no need to speak. No need to lead.

The mission was Aris’s to carry shoulders square beneath its weight, voice steady at its center. Even the padawan stumbled, Aadihr would not catch him immediately. The lesson was not only in success, but in ownership of the outcome, ownership of the methods.

He would be there if truly needed. But not before.

He's ready.

A breath. A step. A click of his staff on the path behind the others, he followed.

Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Vera Noble​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Aris Noble Aadihr Lidos

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Vera moved at a steady pace beside the others. The tension in the air was clear, even this far out. She could feel it in the stares from the distance, in the way people moved between their homes and shelters. There was uncertainty here, and it only made her more certain they had come at the right time.

Her eyes shifted to Aris, and a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. He looked the part today. Maybe more serious than usual, but that only meant he was ready to take this seriously. That was good. She had no doubt he could handle it.

"I'm with you," she said, no hint of teasing this time. "Where do you want to start?"

Vera adjusted the strap of her pack over her shoulder and glanced ahead at the split in the path. One led toward the locals' settlement. The other curved down toward the refugee encampment nestled closer to the base of the stone pillars.

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[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Vera Noble Aris Noble Aadihr Lidos

Zaiya caught Vera's voice, soft but steady, asking Aris where they should start. The Lovalla Padawan gave a small nod in response. This was Aris's mission -- his lead. That much was clear. Whatever they were supposed to do with the locals, he'd set the pace.

Still, Zaiya wasn't just here to stand around. Her mottled stripes glowed faintly bronze with quiet determination, and her rosy golden skin warmed as she focused her thoughts. Support. That's what she could offer, even if she didn't know all the details yet.

She let that feeling flow through the connection they shared, through the necklaces that tied them together like strands of light. A gentle pulse of warmth drifted from her to Aris, a soft echo of her emotions woven with trust and readiness. No words needed. He'd feel it.

 

[Aris Noble]

There was an odd mix of comfort and worry for Aris right now as he glanced to the pair that had accompanied him. His sister and his girlfriend. There were few people who supported him as much as they did, but, now he was in charge of them. He was supposed to order them around if it was necessary. Was that something he could actually do?

Or perhaps that was part of the task. Being able to separate his relationships from what needed to be done was important for Jedi.

"We'll start with the locals. It was their sacred sites that were desecrated. It would be best to understand the reason why they're sacred before we speak with the refugees." He flashed them both a brief, warm smile. Even if it was part of the test, it made him that much happier to have the both of them there with him. To support him.

They had this.

Vera Noble | Zaiya Ceti | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

The slope narrowed as they neared the next rise, where ancient stairs had been carved into the stone—weathered, moss-covered, but still sound beneath their boots. Just beyond, the path opened out again. The locals’ settlement waited ahead—half-hidden against the cliffs, huts and angular rooftops pressed flush against the sacred pillars like offerings laid in shadow.

Aadihr’s Force-sight reached forward before they arrived.

It was never just shapes or heat or motion. It was posture. Pattern. Weight. The way the locals clustered in slow circles, shoulders turned inward, like tree roots curled tight around something buried deep. Their presence pressed low against the land—measured, old, held still by generations of silence.

The refugees, further behind, pulsed like scattered light—mobile, loud in vibration, full of spike and momentum. Not aggressive. Just untethered.

Displaced water seeking a new basin. But the basin was already full.

The wind tugged his cloak as they crested the final steps. He remained behind the others, letting Aris walk in first.

Ahead, a pair of local figures stood waiting near a small shrine at the settlement’s edge. They did not wave. They simply stood, robes weather-beaten, eyes beneath bone-carved browbands watching without motion. The sacred pillar loomed behind them—scored with symbols like veins, wind-chimes of bone and metal clinking softly in the breeze.

"They’re here to speak. Not receptive to listen. Not yet," he murmured low. Perhaps to no one, or perhaps just for Aris's superior hearing. The tension between the two groups was evident enough in the force, Aadihr was sure Aris could... Hear their blood pressure or smell the cortisol, or something.

Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Vera Noble​

 

[Tyron Khan]

Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Kaeleon Seleare | Kei Raxis
TAGS: Aris Noble | Aadihr Lidos | Vera Noble | Zaiya Ceti


Arriving with the team of Jedi coming to be here for Aris Noble a fellow Padawan Learner that was taking point and leading this assignment set on this planet. Quite the situation when the Besalisk folded his four arms and hands over in thought. Reflecting. Tensions were perhaps high between the natives and the tourists. Tyron can understand how the two sides involved would feel.

A familiar face Tyron had spotted was the gentleman where the two had attended Colette Noble's knighting ceremony. The two had shared their thoughts and opinions in a generic perspective. Making conversation and enjoying one another's company.

The Besalisk was silent - to listen and observe how everyone from the New Jedi Order operated as a team. It was first accompanying Vera Noble and Zaiya Ceti not met them before at all. He was focused on the objectives at hand.

Registering the details of what Aris had said and getting ready to follow any orders from the Padawan Learner.

"Better to listen to the natives first right master?" Tyron stood beside Aadihr thinking it was best not to discuss first with the natives. Respectfully approach and listen to what they had to say in regards to one of the Pillars being technically violated by the tourists.

This assignment wouldn't be one requiring combatants. No. The tension between both sides can be resolved through diplomacy that is a skill any Jedi should demonstrate to those relying on their aid and support. Remember and use Form Zero to settle things.

Tyron waited for further instructions from Aris while he kept up with the group as they advance to visit the natives.

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[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Aris Noble Vera Noble Aadihr Lidos Tyron Khan

Zaiya stood quietly, her opal-blue eyes wide as the Pillar Men stepped forward. They were even more impressive up close, like the Force itself had carved them from light and stone.

The Lovalla Padawan did her best to try and not let too much of her emotions reflect off the colorshifting over her skin, but even then there was the subtlest of shimmers, like the flick of iridescence scales from a fish swimming under a summer sky. Tiny flickers of citrine hues in curious awe, but near her wrists, a flicker of pale yellow stripes betrayed her nerves. Not out of fear, but more of wanting to make sure first contact went well.

Opal blue eyes would flicker over towards Knight Lidos, then Aris, Vera, and finally Tyron. The latter she gave a soft, encouraging smile, as this was the first time the pair would be on a mission together, much less a diplomatic one.

For now, the Lovalla straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath, steadying her nerves and letting a soft, cordial smile settle over her lips.

It was up to Knight Lidos and Aris now.